The majestic vitality surges out from Qin Long's inner world and rushes toward the tomb of the gods shrouded in mist. You can see that the inscriptions engraved on the dark tombstone are like dragons and snakes at this moment.
The symbol is moving slowly, as if a once powerful thing is moving its huge body.
"Well? It works!"
Qin Long was overjoyed to receive the inheritance from the tombkeeper. His current strength has reached the top. Although his control is still a bit unrealistic, under such a huge momentum, the entire tomb of the gods has begun to appear.
respond.
From this point, we can also see the power of the tombkeepers. For countless epochs, they have buried the fallen gods and prevented their souls from disintegrating. The role of the tombkeepers in the entire cemetery of the gods is not insignificant.
Qin Long's resurrection has reached its extreme. Inspired by the super rules and energy of the tomb keeper, the resurrection function has also been activated to its extreme. Only the symbols of dragon and snake can be seen slowly moving,
And forming a specific outline image.
However, everything did not go as smoothly as imagined.
Click! A cracking sound came, but the inscription on a certain cemetery suddenly broke. And at that moment, the inscription was exposed in the sky along with the dark tombstone, and lost its last vitality!
The god in that tombstone had lost too much and passed through too much because it was so long ago. Not only did he not recover slowly during the resurrection, but he collapsed directly because he was exposed to the way of heaven!
Qin Long felt a pain in his heart, and his spirit completely disappeared.
Not only that, it seems to have triggered some kind of bad effect. Many of the gods in the tombstones also lost their final remaining vitality due to the disorder of the inscriptions and the pressing pressure of heaven, and were annihilated in the air.
"Ah! No!" Qin Long roared, frantically urging the infusion of the microscopic world in the resurrection. However, his actions seemed a bit futile. The dark tombstones became illusory, and the inscriptions on them gradually became illusory.
fade and eventually disappear.
"It's useless." The tomb guard seemed to have anticipated this scene and shook his head, "They have exhausted their fuel in the past wars, and it is difficult to continue. How can they survive for so long?
This is already the limit. Xuanyuan, that’s fine, let them rest in peace completely. Staying here will be even more torture for them.”
"No. It's useful." Qin Long shouted loudly, "I don't believe that they have fallen like this. Their ambitions have not been completed yet. How can they just give up?"
"Don't you understand yet?" The tomb guard stared at Qin Long and said, "Although their ambitions have not been completed, everything falls on your shoulders. Everything must be done by you.
Come and complete it! You have become their, including me, their last hope!”
"That is to say, everything you do now, even what you think, must serve your last hope. You can no longer have personal emotions, because that will block your way of survival and affect your final choice, just like
In the previous scene, you allowed the human being held hostage by Heaven to attack. You must never appear again. Because you are no longer yourself!"
Qin Long finally calmed down. Countless races, countless lives, and countless time and space may all be complaining about the injustice of Heaven, or they may all be struggling under the suppression of Heaven. His ultimate goal is Heaven, and it is no longer to surpass himself.
Qin Long nodded and bowed to the tombkeeper, "I know what to do."
The perfect resurrection continued, and Qin Long's control became more and more proficient. The inscription on the dark tombstone finally began to wander independently.
However, there are still many gods in tombstones who eventually fell completely because they ran out of oil, because they were unable to absorb energy due to the cruelty of heaven, and because they were unable to form an endless cycle.
During this process, Qin Long had changed his attitude. He gave up his futile efforts and chose to admit this reality. And the fallen gods were still huge monsters. They turned into various inanimate attributes and entered Qin Long's body.
The inner world, the divine world that has been repaired and replenished.
Qin Long's efforts to save the other seriously injured gods were not in vain.
Soon, the relatively least injured god in a tombstone was resurrected.
"I'm shocked, I'm back again!" A very cheerful voice came out, as if it was a shocking scene, a thin man burst out from the tombstone and paraded around in the sky.
"Did you resurrect me?" Jingtian quickly saw the situation clearly, "The descendants of the Sword Emperor, well, yes, I didn't expect that the Sword Emperor didn't lie to us at the beginning. Countless epochs later, someone really came to save us.
In water and fire!”
The process of resurrection is also the process of Qin Long's consumption. It is equivalent to him injecting the energy rules and vitality of the divine world and the inner world into the injured body of the god to repair the cycle of the god. It is equivalent to stimulating their
The ability to self-study is the same.
However, the repair process took a huge toll on Qin Long. After all, they were too seriously injured at the beginning and were on the verge of death. They even died. It was impossible to fully recover at once.
The gods in the other tombstone were also resurrected one after another.
"My Buddha is compassionate!" A Maitreya Buddha rose up from the tombstone, emitting a holy light. He also discovered the existence of Qin Long, nodded, and sat quietly aside without saying a word. Obviously, he needed a good rest.
, to form a new balance by peeking into itself.
"Wow haha! I finally waited for today! Beauties, you have waited too long!" A man with a somewhat wretched appearance rushed out of the sky and suddenly let out a scream, "Oh my god! How long has it been? My
Where is Nana, where is my Yiyi? And where is my harem? Wow, God, you are so cruel. After so long, they have no time to draw my curtains, no time to favor me, and they have turned into red and pink skeletons!"
This wretched man just exclaimed, understanding the critical moment and quickly immersed himself in self-recovery.
Qin Long's aura is getting weaker and weaker. Resurrecting so many gods is equivalent to using his vitality to summon life. Although his own aura is constantly regenerating, under this huge consumption, it is a blow to the original.
A source of harm!
But for the price he paid, he still received considerable results.
In the Cemetery of the Gods, eleven gods have been successfully resurrected. Naturally, more gods have also completely fallen and turned into the attribute rules of Qin Long's inner world.
These eleven gods are all working hard to recover.
Helpless, in the body, the breath seems very thin, and the energy is even scarcer. Obviously, Tiandao has noticed it and is consciously controlling the energy of the sky.
"Huh..." Qin Long took a deep breath, turned around and looked in a certain direction, where there was a larger cemetery.
Tomb of the Emperor God!
This one is also the tomb of the greatest ancestor of the entire human race, the Sword Emperor. The original Sword Emperor left behind precious wealth, divine personality, divine domain, and the artifact Geste Blood Blade. What is even more precious is,
The spiritual wealth he left to the entire human civilization is his never-ending struggle.
Facing the Tomb of the Emperor God, Qin Long's heart couldn't help but feel a lot heavier. A huge sense of oppression came over his face. Looking at the lifelike dragon head in front of him, which looked like it was made of copper, Qin Long murmured, "Sword Emperor
, have you really fallen?"
As one of the strongest gods, even if he fights to the last breath, Qin Long is not willing to believe that the Sword Emperor will really disappear and approach the power of heaven, which can be regarded as immortal. However, for countless epochs,
Since then, Qin Long has not really felt the Sword Emperor except for the illusory projections he left in certain planes and specific time and space.
The eleven gods were still in the process of adjusting their breath. It seemed that they had done it intentionally. They formed a circle with Qin Long as the center, guarding the weak Qin Long inside.
Qin Long's attention was still on the Tomb of the Emperor God. He vaguely felt that there seemed to be some secret hidden in the dragon head on the Tomb of the Emperor God. Looking directly into the eyes of the dragon head, he seemed to see something
A new self.
In a daze, Qin Long seemed to receive a vague voice.
"Xuanyuan, Zhutian!"
But when Qin Long took a closer look, he found that the dragon's head was still a dragon's head, nothing unusual. The Dragon Emperor's tomb was still cold and lifeless.
But Qin Long had no intention of giving up. He hesitated for a moment, then with a hiss, an energy projection entered the dragon's head. "There must be some mystery somewhere else. Lord Sword Emperor, with the inheritance of countless eras, I think there will be another one."
There is a universe."
But during the flyby, Qin Long discovered that the Sword Emperor's eyes seemed a little asymmetrical, and there was an area where the pupils' sight range actually folded and intersected.
"Well? Is this where it is?"
Qin Long saw this shadow and was about to enter when he suddenly frowned, stopped, turned around and stared in a certain direction.
There, a phantom appeared. The phantom was extremely broad, almost covering the entire sky. It was as hazy as usual and could not be looked directly at. It exuded a monstrous power that made people afraid to approach it.
This is the way of heaven!
What is projected on the ** plane at this moment is already in a strong state of Heavenly Dao. A plane that can accommodate the gods can naturally also carry most of the projections of Heavenly Dao.
The Heavenly Dao at this time was more powerful than Qin Long had ever seen or even imagined. It was like every micron in the air was replaced by endless energy, and endless rules controlled the entire area. This was still the habitat of the gods.
Place, this is not the home court of Tiandao!
"Hey, I didn't expect that you were really resurrected." Tiandao's voice was still so indifferent, light and breezy, as if he had put everything into nothing. However, there was a hint of murderous intent in his voice.
"Eleven gods were actually resurrected by you." Tiandao glanced at Qin Long, "Xuanyuan, I didn't expect that your growth rate would be so fast. Originally, I wanted to wait until the last step before taking action, but now
, your existence has threatened me, so I have to come forward in advance to nip the threat in the cradle."
"Heavenly Way!" Qin Long quickly adjusted his best posture as if facing a powerful enemy.
The eleven gods also had solemn expressions on their faces, adjusting their formations and preparing for battle.
"You didn't choose to retreat this time?" Tiandao looked at the eleven gods and said calmly, "In this regard, you are much better than those cowards back then."
"Xuanyuan, although you are making rapid progress, are you overestimating your capabilities?" Tiandao stared at Qin Long, "You actually want to fight me with twelve of you?"
"Yes." Qin Long's voice was cold, "Today, we will complete what our ancient predecessors have not completed, and we will kill the sky!"
"Do you have that kind of strength and qualifications?" Tiandao was not offended, nor did he have much emotional fluctuations, as if he was doing something ordinary and true, "You are about to become my brewing master for countless epochs under my rules.
The new carrier of rules, and Xuanyuan, you will become the cauldron I have prepared for so long, and I will use you to achieve the final small step!"